Hubby and I spent a few minutes talking at the kitchen table tonight and I mentioned that I’m trying to establish a bedtime for myself. The proverbial eyebrow raised as if to say, “Again?” Then he said, “You want me to turn off the power in the living room?”
My jaw dropped. I asked him if he’s been reading my blog. To which he gives me the blank look which means “You’re writing a blog?” Which is indicative of his memory, poor guy. I asked him again… “Did you read my blog?” and he answered truthfully, “No, why?”
This was the exact solution I mentioned in last night’s blog, and now I’m wondering if he fibbed and really did read my blog. And should I be prepared for the power to switch off in the living room at midnight tonight?
I hope I’m in bed. Tomorrow’s a busy day for me.